If I want it, I'ma get it fiene for that weed choppa pointed at yo neck Use the tears to wet the leaf
I'm that no-soul Motherf*cker hoe, I'm a different breed Love it when they f*ckin' scream, love it when they f*ckin' bleed
Ridin' solo, f*ck a 4 door Hoe don't send no f*ckin' photo
Thought that boy was wit it, but that pussy was a no-show
I'ma turn this home into a range Pulled up put two in his face and now his ass ain't seein' straight
Murder on my mind, but I ain't Melly though Got my dick inside yo bitch's belly, bro
White boy pimpin', never missin' I'm the type to stand up in the back
Cluthcin' on my strap, never f*ck wit you rappers cause I know yo shit is wack
If you ever come around these parts, you better pay the tax
Listen to this bar, have you like damn? How you think of that
Got a sack, sell it to the hood, make my money back
OMA, murder pack, you know that we go double back, bitch
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If I want it, I'ma get it fiene for that weed choppa pointed at yo neck Use the tears to wet the leaf
I'm that no-soul Motherf*cker hoe, I'm a different breed Love it when they f*ckin' scream, love it when they f*ckin' bleed
Ridin' solo, f*ck a 4 door Hoe don't send no f*ckin' photo
Thought that boy was wit it, but that pussy was a no-show
I'ma turn this home into a range Pulled up put two in his face and now his ass ain't seein' straight
Murder on my mind, but I ain't Melly though Got my dick inside yo bitch's belly, bro
White boy pimpin', never missin' I'm the type to stand up in the back
Cluthcin' on my strap, never f*ck wit you rappers cause I know yo shit is wack
If you ever come around these parts, you better pay the tax
Listen to this bar, have you like damn? How you think of that
Got a sack, sell it to the hood, make my money back
OMA, murder pack, you know that we go double back, bitch
I'm that no-soul Motherf*cker hoe, I'm a different breed Love it when they f*ckin' scream, love it when they f*ckin' bleed
Ridin' solo, f*ck a 4 door Hoe don't send no f*ckin' photo
Thought that boy was wit it, but that pussy was a no-show
I'ma turn this home into a range Pulled up put two in his face and now his ass ain't seein' straight
Murder on my mind, but I ain't Melly though Got my dick inside yo bitch's belly, bro
White boy pimpin', never missin' I'm the type to stand up in the back
Cluthcin' on my strap, never f*ck wit you rappers cause I know yo shit is wack
If you ever come around these parts, you better pay the tax
Listen to this bar, have you like damn? How you think of that
Got a sack, sell it to the hood, make my money back
OMA, murder pack, you know that we go double back, bitch
Writer: Landyn Melton
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